[Oh, he definitely explained! Rex is just being an asshole.]

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[The short text is promptly followed by a brisk trek on over to Denji's place, which isn't all that far seeing as neither of them live particularly decorated lives. Rex is still in his Renaissance-faire getup from work, and has managed to shove a few muffins from the Cask and Anvil into a brown bag. When he finally happens upon the devil hunter, he extends the food-carrying arm as a sort of peace offering.]

Hey.

[That's about as perky of a hello as Denji is ever going to get. In a tone that is the closest Rex can get to deadpan, he points at whatever green, planty stuff is visible.]

Can I see that shit for a minute?

I'd just like to make sure we aren't accidentally smoking hemlock, uh-thank you.

[He's joking... The idiot.]